THE BILLIONAIRE'S TWINS WANTS A MUMMY

THE BILLIONAIRE'S TWINS WANTS A MUMMY

Author Hassy

5.0
Comment(s)
264
View
16
Chapters

When Victoria became the secretary of the most ruthless billionaire in the city, she never expected anything more than keeping up with her strict boss. Reynold Turner is a single father and his kids badly wanted a Mummy. One day, the twins bumped into the clumsy secretary and they both announced, "Daddy, we want her to be our Mummy."

THE BILLIONAIRE'S TWINS WANTS A MUMMY Chapter 1 A day to resign

Victoria's heart beat could be heard as balls of Sweats form on her forehead.

In front of her on the desk was a paper and a pen she was holding.

Victoria was writing a Letter to her Boss, A resignation letter.

She was so tired of working for him. She couldn't do it anymore.

When she stepped inside that company for an interview, She needed a Job that would save her life from the debt she and her parents were in.

She didn't sign up to be a slave in that company.

Reynold Turner, The President of that company who never smiles subjected her to too much task.

Her Mind wasn't always at rest the first day she started working there.

Reynold was always giving her Countless of Papers to work on, Assignments to go supervise the other departments, and cleaning his office too even though there were Servants that supposed to do that.

She was so fed up. She never have the Change to take care of her self anymore since she started working there.

She couldn't even remember the last time she had a Good night sleep.

Apart from the papers at the Office that she has to sort out, There were Tons of papers to take home too.

" If you don't correct this mistake by tomorrow, You will be fired!"

That was her Boss's Voice anytime he found a mistake in one of the papers.

Even the mistakes that she thought he wouldn't see, Reynold always found a way to see it.

There were Times she got depressed because of Reynold. Yet, He never cared about that.

It was either she comes to the company or get fired. Reynold believed there were Massive numbers of People out there that needed that job.

And if he was to fire Her , he would get another secretary before the day runs out.

Victoria was once scared of losing her Job which was the only source of income sustaining her Parents and her, including her little sister who was still in high school.

But not anymore, She was tired. There are other jobs out there to look for.

And luckily for her, she has gathered a lot of money to start her own Business.

Back to the letter she was writing, Victoria didn't even know how to write the words so it wouldn't look offensive.

It was better she leave the company without having problem with Him.

He's a billionaire and the Man with power. If she dare do anything that would make him upset, then she wouldn't be happy for the rest of her life.

" Oh God!" She wiped off the sweats on her forehead and gasped.

Victoria folded the paper and threw it inside the trash can. That was the Tenth paper she was trashing in two hours of sitting there and writing.

Each of the letter she wrote looked like she was Insulting him so, she would trashed it and write another one.

She kept on checking the time, Praying Reynold would come the moment she finished writing.

She went to the company three hours earlier than the other days just to write the letter and to gather all the things that belongs to her.

She was leaving that company that day, nothing would stop her.

" Finally!" She heaved of relief after she wrote something which was better than the rest she trashed.

She folded the paper in to four and put it inside the envelope sitting on the table.

Victoria touched her chest which was still making that weird sound.

She didn't know why she was so scared for writing that letter.

No one would question her about it. There was no where it is written that you shouldn't quit when something doesn't go the way you want it.

Her mental and Emotional health matters to her a lot. Reynold has enslaved her and turned her in to another version of herself.

She picked up a box from The floor which she had taken from the storage room earlier on to organize her Things in.

She made sure everything that belonged to her on that desk and inside the drawer was put in that Box before sealing it.

Few minutes later, The glass door was opened by a Young lad dressed in black suit.

Victoria inhaled deeply and then stood on her feet.

Behind that young mind, Another Man who looked so responsible in his Deep blue Tuxedo stepped in.

His face was straight and shoulders high as he walked past Victoria's desk.

Victoria bowed her head to him but only the Young guy responded to her.

She was already used to that. She watched as they entered the office first before she sat down on the chair.

" This is it" She Clenched her fist and nodded her head.

" It's now or never" She picked up the envelope from the Desk and stood up from the Chair.

She knew he was going to call on her the moment he settle down just like other days but she wouldn't wait for that.

He would only give her more papers to go work on. Or send her to the Departments as that was the first day of work after weekend.

She knocked on the door but got No response. Victoria took in a deep breath, turned the silver handle and went inside the office.

Reynold Turner was standing in front of the large glass window , looking out of the office.

She stayed silent, waiting for him to turn around.

And when he did Turned around, He gestured to his Assistant to go get something outside.

After the Assistant left, Reynold kept on looking out of the Office.

When what he was staring at was out of sight, he turned around and returned back to his swivel chair.

" What do you want?" He asked her, Sending shivers down her spine.

She didn't like hearing that Commanding tone of his, it was always one of the things she didn't like about him.

Wouldn't he just speak to her the way he would speak to normal people?

Victoria held the Envelope tightly in between her fingers.

She didn't know how she was going to start speaking but she must speak if she want to leave that company.

" Mr. Turner, I..." Just when she found her voice to speak, she was interrupted by tiny voices Giggling behind her.

" Daddy! We are here!" Two Kids of Six ran inside the office and made their way to Reynold.

The girl wrapped her arms around his Neck while the boy started playing with the statue on the desk.

" We told you we would follow you to the company" The girl giggled.

That morning before he left the house, The twins wanted to follow him but he didn't listen to them.

They has their own driver so, he bought them to the company immediately Reynold left the house.

Victoria sighed inside. With those kids around , she knew Reynold wouldn't listen to her again.

She has never seen those twins but she has already heard a lot about them from her colleagues.

She bowed her head to Reynold and turned around to leave when suddenly, The girl turned her head to her and said something that made her paused.

" Daddy, who is she?" The girl asked and the Boy lifted up his head too.

They haven't seen Victoria's face but there mind was already giving them the same thing.

" Daddy, We want her to be Our Mummy" They chorused at the same time.

Victoria was shocked and when she turned around, even Reynold looked shocked.

Continue Reading

Other books by Author Hassy

More

You'll also like

Phoenix Rising: The Scarred Heiress's Revenge

Phoenix Rising: The Scarred Heiress's Revenge

Xiao Hong Mao
4.3

I lived as the "scarred ghost" of the Stephens penthouse, a wife kept in the shadows because my facial burns offended my billionaire husband’s aesthetic. For years, I endured Kason’s coldness and my family's abuse, a submissive puppet who believed she had nowhere else to go. The end came with a blue folder tossed onto my silk sheets. Kason’s mistress was back, and he wanted me out by sunset, offering a five-million-dollar "silence fee" to go hide my face in the countryside. The betrayal cut deep when I discovered my father had already traded my divorce for a corporate bailout. My step-sister mocked my "trashy" appearance at a high-end boutique, while the sales staff treated me like a common thief. At home, my father threatened to cut off my mother's life-saving medicine unless I crawled back to Kason to beg for a better deal. I was the girl who took the blame for a fire she didn't start, the wife who worshipped a man who never looked her in the eye, and the daughter used as a human bargaining chip. I was supposed to be broken, penniless, and desperate. But the woman who stood up wasn't the weak Elease Finch anymore; she was Phoenix, a tactical predator with a $500 million secret. I signed the divorce papers without a single tear, walked past my stunned husband, and wiped the Finch family's bank accounts clean with a few taps on my phone. "Your money is dirty," I told Kason with a cold smile. "I prefer clean hands." The cage is open, the hunt has begun, and I’m starting with the people who thought a scar made me weak.

The Billionaire's Blind Bride: No Mercy

The Billionaire's Blind Bride: No Mercy

Emma
5.0

I married Clive Harrington, the coldest billionaire in Manhattan, under a strict contract that forbade any emotional burdens. When I needed a high-risk surgery to save my sight, I checked into the clinic alone, hiding the procedure from a husband who saw me as nothing more than a legal asset. I thought I could handle the darkness in silence. But while I was blind and bandaged in my hospital bed, my biological mother called, screaming that if I didn't produce a Harrington heir by the end of the fiscal year, she would cut off the life-saving treatments for my disabled sister. I was crawling on the cold hospital floor, desperately feeling for a cane I had dropped, when I touched a pair of expensive leather shoes. It was Clive. He was supposed to be in London closing a multi-million dollar deal, but there he was, watching his "contract wife" groveling in the dark like a beggar. He didn't walk away in disgust. He carried me to a five-thousand-dollar-a-night VIP suite and sat by my bed, listening in chilling silence as another voicemail from my mother filled the room, calling me a "useless broodmare" who was only worth the trust fund disbursements my marriage secured. I expected him to remind me of Clause 34B or hand me divorce papers now that I was "damaged goods." Instead, I felt his thumb brush a stray tear from my cheek, his presence shifting from a statue of ice into a predatory shield. "I thought I was just currency to you," I whispered, my voice trembling behind the gauze. "Just an investment." Clive didn't answer with words. He picked up his phone and called his head of legal with a single, terrifying command: "Kill the Douglas family’s credit lines. Every debt, every lien—trigger them all. If they want a war, I’ll give them a massacre." As he leaned down to kiss my bandaged forehead, I realized the contract was dead. My husband wasn't protecting an asset anymore; he was hunting the people who had dared to touch what belonged to him.

Chapters
Read Now
Download Book